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I’ll see your two clio’s and raise you a lion!

As is usual, Ace Adscamer Tom has
inspired me to post about the long and somewhat sordid history of the CLIO’s.
His comment… George, it is rumored, won several CLIO’s under the influence
of hallucinogens and uppers and in the 1970s but slid out of opprobrium by
saying: "but Evans sold the stuff to me." Isn’t too far from the truth, apart from the pills, several
gallons of 25 year old Hennessey were involved. Bill Evans bought the award
show in 1972 for $150K and proceeded to milk if for fucking millions, most
of which went up his nose and into his boyfriends back pockets. His genius was
to invent multiple categories (Now the Cannes wankers have fucking millions of
them) Because he knew that CD’s at BDA’s used awards as negotiating chips on
the poker table of salary negotiations. I remember that at one time Ogilvy had
a full time staff of six ladies who did fuck all but enter shit in
competitions. The end of the old CLIO’s happened in 1991 when Bill and none of
the CLIO officials showed up for the ceremony, ‘cos he’d spent all the money on
Peruvian Marching Powder, and there was only half a dozen statuettes for the
thousands of categories. Fights broke out as people wrestled each other for an
award. What a fucking great scene. The biggest disappointment of my life was
that I wasn’t there to see it. I was in Brazil pretending to shoot a TV spot that
would never run for next year’s Cannes. Ha, the good old days. Drugs, sex, rock
& roll. It’s all in “Confessions
of a Mad Man.” And it’s cheaper than coke!

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I’ll see your two clio’s and raise you a lion!

As is usual, Ace Adscamer Tom has
inspired me to post about the long and somewhat sordid history of the CLIO’s.
His comment… George, it is rumored, won several CLIO’s under the influence
of hallucinogens and uppers and in the 1970s but slid out of opprobrium by
saying: "but Evans sold the stuff to me." Isn’t too far from the truth, apart from the pills, several
gallons of 25 year old Hennessey were involved. Bill Evans bought the award
show in 1972 for $150K and proceeded to milk if for fucking millions, most
of which went up his nose and into his boyfriends back pockets. His genius was
to invent multiple categories (Now the Cannes wankers have fucking millions of
them) Because he knew that CD’s at BDA’s used awards as negotiating chips on
the poker table of salary negotiations. I remember that at one time Ogilvy had
a full time staff of six ladies who did fuck all but enter shit in
competitions. The end of the old CLIO’s happened in 1991 when Bill and none of
the CLIO officials showed up for the ceremony, ‘cos he’d spent all the money on
Peruvian Marching Powder, and there was only half a dozen statuettes for the
thousands of categories. Fights broke out as people wrestled each other for an
award. What a fucking great scene. The biggest disappointment of my life was
that I wasn’t there to see it. I was in Brazil pretending to shoot a TV spot that
would never run for next year’s Cannes. Ha, the good old days. Drugs, sex, rock
& roll. It’s all in “Confessions
of a Mad Man.” And it’s cheaper than coke!